Falling For The Man I Married

Chapter 4: Do you have a boyfriend?

Madi's POV:

It's been one week since the conference room incident. I told Sandy about it and she never did anything but to laugh her every time she remembers it.

"I wish I was there to capture that moment."

That's what she always says. I even laughed with her, but thank God the issue has died suddenly.
And here we are back at the Cafeteria, having our lunch with Troy ... next to me again.

"Ahm... Madi?" Troy called my attention while I was munching my gingerbread.

"Hmm?"

"I have a question."

"What is it?" I looked at him. He's wearing a sheepish smile on his face.

"D-Do you have a boyfriend?"

Sandy and I broke our trance and I subconsciously swallowed my food quickly.

"No...why?"

"Uhm, c-can I invite for a d-dinner sometime?" he asked stuttering and scratching the back of his neck. He's really cute when he blushes.

"Are you asking her for a date?" my eyes snapped in Sandy's direction as she voiced out my question.
Troy scratched again the back of his neck.

"Uhm... I guess?"

"You guess? You mean you don't know if it's a date or not?"

"Uhm----"

"Sandy, let him talk." I cut what Troy was saying and glared at Sandy. She just rolled her eyes.

"If that so... I mean, if that's what you call it, then yes. I am inviting her for a date." Troy said looking at me. "I just thought since I'm still single and you don't have a boyfriend, uhm... why don't I invite you for a date. Don't worry, not tonight. But some other night, if you agree."

I was about to say something but Sandy opened her clever mouth again.

"Wow! I am starting to like your braveness, Troy. You really asked a girl on a date in front of her friend. Just wow!" she said nodding while grinning.

"Ohh, thanks," Troy said proudly. "So, can I have the honor of going out with you, Ms Madielyn Davis?"
He acted like a prince asking his princess to dance with him.

"Okay, just tell me in advance where you will take me so I can prepare."

"Yes!" instead of Troy, Sandy exclaimed loudly.

"Your voice!" me and Troy warned her in unison. We didn't notice the same pair of eyes watching our conversation intently until we finished our lunch.

*************************

Like my everyday routine after lunch and every 4 pm, I would bring Mr Wilsons his coffee. And it's now his 3rd coffee of the day. I wonder how he can drink too much coffee in a day and take note--- every day. Wouldn't he become high in caffeine?
Yeah.. not in drugs but from coffee. Wouldn't he become acidic or have an ulcer?

My thoughts stopped when I am standing right in front of his door. I knocked 3 times before he answered 'come in'.

I found him standing in front of the large window behind his desk with both hands on his pants pockets. He's staring at the busy streets down the building.

"Mr Wilsons, your coffee, Sir." I put it on top of his table.

He watched my every move before walking over to his desk and grabbing his cup of coffee. I averted my eyes when he brought it to his lips to take a sip.
When he put it down again, I asked him the same question after giving him his coffee.